I’m Done With This Grieving
We watched you die on a blue-sky morning
as children played ball outside your hospital
window and tubes in your arms sucked your
veins until they were black and blue and your
blood pressure dropped to zero.
yr death, mama dear
releases the pain /
of sight/the gnawed moss /
of stars/the pleats /
of our irish/indian blood. /
at night
Ashes On Foam
He kept you in a box and forgot to tell us /
you came back alive when he dreamed /
you kissed him, you in death, he just before /
he died, not seeing his own death on your lips, /
parting.
A Writerly Life
inputting data /
risk /
outgoing /
evidence /
justifying /
four corners /
interrogating /
denial of commitment /
to choose /
gullibility of choice /
or resignation /
drawing down /
the deal